TIME was, I sat upon a lofty stool, At lofty desk, and with a clerkly pen Began each morning, at the stroke of ten, To write in Bell and Co's commercial school; In Warnford Court, a shady nook and cool, The favourite retreat of merchant men; Yet would my quill turn vagrant even then, And take stray dips in the Castalian pool. Now double entry -- now a flowery trope -- Mingling poetic honey with trade wax -- Blogg, Brothers -- Milton -- Grote and Prescott -- Pope -- Bristles -- and Hogg -- Glyn Mills and Halifax -- Rogers -- and Towgood -- Hemp -- the Bard of Hope -- Barilla -- Byron -- Tallow -- Burns -- and Flax! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE DEATH OF A DAUGHTER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 21. DOMINE IN VIRTUTE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN THE HIGH HILLS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE EPIGRAM TO DON ANTONIO, KING OF PORTUGAL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) IN THREE DAYS by ROBERT BROWNING LETTER TO A POET by DOROTHY RANDOLPH BYARD AN EPISTLE TO J. BL-K-N, ESQ.: ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST by JOHN BYROM |